Pink Pussy ordered the next year but it is still tar and roses

Oh hey I reviewed 2011 here on the eve of the epic women’s march. I was fighting and ready to grab back proving that all us delicate lil’ pussies, could take a stand. And STILL we HAVE PERSISTED! And will keep doing so.

Unlike this bottle I bought and should have hung onto longer. I should have gotten one to try now and one for later. Even though it was still too soon, I cracked the:

2012 Damilano Lecinquevigne Barolo

This is…in all honesty I feel it needs less aging than 2011? Like I detect less of the “good bones” (high acid tannins and alcohol plus secondary flavors like anything funky pretty much) than 2011.

The roses are potent. But I dunno this is less potent and possibly maybe less complicated than 2011 which is sad. If only every year could be CRAAAZY.

But this is still pretty crazy. Interesting but not demented. Its complexity evolves as it sits in the glass.

Although the acid and tannins are standing the fuck up so maybe re-testing in a few years would be good. But kitty is impatient.

Pussy (me. meow!) still loves the tar and roses which are rampant in this bottle. I am not a plant person so the fact that the first thing I detect on this wine makes me think “holy roses and violets” says something. I do like tar. In wine. Although I used to smoke so maybe that is why it is easy for me to detect tar notes. And/or it is LA and the tar pits here are fun.

Tar and roses. Quintessential stereotypical Barolo for a reason yet this is a modern Barolo and much more immediately elegant and silky than a kickass old-school one.

But stellar. Sometimes it is okay to be new.

Okay let us go metaphors. So it is the girl/guy you meet and think “they smell enticing”. But at first blush the personality is not there. But then you keep talking (wait for your glass to get some air) and you find they are fascinating. Which is to say once you pour this vino it will evolve with oxygen contact.

For you who are like “gimme the flavors breakdown woman!” A. don’t call me “woman” (I prefer Ellen) unless I give permission meow and

B. Ignoring that you called me “woman” I’ll tell you this is rife with violets, roses, potting soil, caramelized blueberries and blackberries.

BUT the tannins may distract you. Not the alcohol level. At 14 percent it is high but not burning.

The finish goes the hell on. For some time. Oh hey it’s still going as I type. IT PERSISTS! STILL! LIKE US!

Actually the finish is what makes me want to try this in a couple of years. I dare say I will. If I can secure a bottle. Although this is thoroughly drinkable right now.

This wine seems basic right off but then it evolves and you think “oh heck I am…Very Interested in learning more.

I’m gonna tell this wine my secrets. If I can GRAB another bottle. Back.

 

 

Pussy drinks Barolo. Kitty likes the tar and roses

I’d saved this bottle. I mean, 2011 Barolo…I could have hung on. But given the state of the union I cracked it open. As I write this I’m getting ready to go to the Los Angeles women’s march tomorrow morn. 

Hence pussy ears. 

Wuss wine can back the hell off.

This is a modern Barolo. Ready to sip now. Or…at least ready to sip six years post-vintage. I dare say earlier may have been too early.

2011 Damilano Lecinquevigne Barolo

You know how you make and new friend, and once you have both shared the stories of your messed up lives, think “I’m glad I met you now because we would have HATED each other but now we are gonna be besties”? 

I mean maybe you never thought that but with Nebbiolo you are generally glad you met it once it had gone through it’s rough stage. 

And modern Barolo, rife with the vanilla oak of the modern makers, went through its “rough stage” more quickly than classic Barolo.

This one is friendly. It says:

Roses! Berries! Tar! Tannins so mellow and lilting you take them in and decide to give them a hug!

As a wine person I embrace tannins fyi if you are not necessarily a wine person you may wait another few years to drink this.

But then. Oh then. 

We have flowers and I swoon. Roses.

And we have tar.

And hell if nothing else moves me it is prehistoric gook that bubbles out of the ground in our own La Brea tar pits, it is VIOLETS in a glass. 

Dang, drink this modern shit. Classic Barolo is brilliant and I love it for what it is but Damilano is On Point. 

Now that I’m fortified I’m getting some zzz’s then am off to grab back.